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Summary: Various responses to FFA's as I get the muse to write them. Each separate fic will have it's own warning.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - FFA(Past Donor)sevangelFR1854,4241266,45720 Sep 0716 Sep 08No


Dawn/Richard Webber (Grey’s Anatomy)
Rated: R
A/N: This fic takes place during a Buffy/Grey’s Anatomy fic that I’m writing, which takes place six plus years post season seven of Buffy and post season three of Grey’s Anatomy, where Dawn is one of the new interns.


“Nuh-huh, we agreed we wouldn’t do this here," Dawn shook her head, backing up slowly.

“No, you said but I never agreed," Mark stalked towards her, ‘McSteamy’ smirk in place.

“You so agreed," Dawn protested, still backing up. “You nodded and everything.”

“Dawn, we were naked," Mark moved closer, crowding her back into metal shelving. “I pretty much would have agreed to anything to get to the fun part.”

“Yeah, which is why I asked then," Dawn gripped the metal behind her, licking her lips at the look on Mark’s face. Before him, she had good sex, or so she thought. There was a reason he was considered a manwhore….he could get paid for the sex thing and probably make more money at that than surgery, he was that good.

“That’s cheating," Mark reached for the tie of her pants, slowly unknotting it as he stared into her eyes. Her bright blues dilated, darkening color with her arousal. “You can’t use the fact that I’m….”

“A horny manwhore," Dawn offered, restlessly shifting her weight.

“Former manwhore," Mark corrected, teeth grinding at the flash of uncertainty in her eyes. He knew she loved him, he had no doubt about that. And he also knew he loved her, in a way he had never loved anyone before, including Addison. But she was also completely aware of his past, his status as a ‘manwhore’, and had one foot out the door, ready to run. He couldn’t resent her for that, she had more than enough reasons to think he’ll cheat on her or dump her or something equally as bad. But for the first time in his life, he felt no urge to look elsewhere, no urge to screw someone else. He just wanted her.

Nobody knew they were sleeping together, as far as he knew. He hadn’t even told Derek yet, though he was pretty sure he would sometime soon. He didn’t like sneaking around anyways, it reminded him too much of his relationship with Addison, how she wouldn’t tell a soul that they were sleeping together let alone living together.

“What panties are you wearing?” Mark murmured, hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her pants. “Boy-shorts, bikini cut, or thongs?”

“What do you think?” Dawn licked her lips again, wanting his kiss.

Mark cupped her ass cheek, squeezing firmly. “Boy shorts, my favorite. Your ass fills them out like artwork.”

Dawn grabbed his right hand and moved it to the front of her pants, pushing it inside. His million dollar hand zeroed in on the panel of her panties, cupping her fully through the fabric. She shuddered, eyes drifting closed on a moan.

“No, no, sweetheart, you know it doesn’t work like that," Mark rubbed his thumb against her clit, head dipping to nip her long neck. “Keep your eyes open.”

“Mark, I know it’s you," Dawn moved her hand over his, pressing his hand harder against her aching cunt. “I want it to be you. I’m not imagining anyone else.” She forced her eyes open, locking eyes with him. “I know you’re not Derek and I don’t want you to be. I love you, Mark Sloan, manwhore and all.”

Mark swallowed heavily, interlocking their fingers together, stroking her pussy. She was wet, soaking through her panties. She kept her eyes open, even though he knew it was hard for her to do. “You’re so damn beautiful. Damn near perfect. Why the hell are you with me?”

“Love you," Dawn moaned out. “Mark, please.”

“Come for me," Mark moved her panties to the side, pushing three fingers inside her as his thumb worried her clit. She panted heavily, eyes hooded as she rode his hand, supporting herself by the shelving behind her. Her breath hitched and he dips his head down, swallowing her loud groan as she came.

“Inside," Dawn reached for his scrub pants. “C’mon, Mark.”

“I don’t have anything with me," Mark groaned, head falling to rest on hers. “I didn’t plan this, I was going research a case when I ran into you.”

“I’m on the shot," Dawn reminded him. “And your blood test came back clean. So if you want to without…”

“Are you sure?” Mark asked as he shucked her shirt off, hands cupping her breasts, which were encased in a tight tank top that had a built in bra, leaving her perfect breasts loose. As a plastic surgeon, he knew they weren’t perfect, he had created perfect breasts before, but to him, Dawn’s were perfect. The perfect little handfuls for his palms, light brown nipples poking his hand like little hard erasers.

“Uh huh," Dawn nodded. “I trust you. To be faithful and to tell me when you can’t anymore.”

He wanted to assure her that it wouldn’t happen, that he wouldn’t cheat on her, but knew he had to prove it to her, not just tell her. Instead he just pushed her pants down, panties along with them, and lifted her up, resting her back against the metal shelving. She reached between them to guide him inside her, shivering as he pushed in to the hilt. She was so goddamn tight, tighter than any girl he’d been with, her sheath hugging his cock like a glove. She scrambled at his back, writhing in his arms as he fucked her with cool, precise movements.

“Ohhh…” Dawn moaned. “Faster, Mark, harder.”

“One of these days I’m going to hurt you," Mark groaned but obediently thrust faster and harder inside her.

“Feels so good," Dawn moaned. “You feel bigger, harder.”

And she felt warmer, wetter. Without the latex that was normally between them, it felt ten times more intense, ten times more real. Sex with Dawn was off the charts, better than anything he’d ever experienced, and he didn’t think it could get better. Under normal circumstances, he could last through two or three of her orgasms, but they were at work, not home and that had to hurry up before they were caught.

Only it was too damn late for that.

“What the hell is going on here?” A loud, pissed voice yelled. “Sloan….Summers, this is a hospital, not a hotel.”

Mark groaned, forehead falling against Dawn’s. “Chief, can we have a second?”

“I’m not giving you time to finish,” Chief Richard Webber shouted.

“Time to get dressed,” Mark turned his head towards the pissed off Chief, groaning when he saw the crowd gathered at the door, his best friend at the front, an amused smile on his face. “Or at least shut the damn door so the entire hospital doesn’t see my girlfriend naked.”

The chief’s jaw dropped open, a look identical to that of his best friend. Ignoring both, he pulled Dawn’s pants up and tank down, gently brushing her sweaty hair off her forehead. “You okay?”

“I think half the people we work with just saw my boobs and our boss caught us having sex, so no, not all right,” Dawn shook her head.

“I’m pretty sure I blocked your body,” Mark pulled his own pants up, caring less who saw him naked. Dawn was very shy when I came to her body, despite the clothes she sometimes wore, and he knew she didn’t like anyone but him seeing her naked. He grabbed her shirt off the ground, handing it to her with a brief kiss. “C’mon, baby, I think we’re in trouble.”


“Sloan, leave,” Richard ordered, waving his hand at the cocky as hell plastic surgeon.

“Chief, whatever you need to say to Dawn, you can say to me,” Mark said.

“Wasn’t a request, Sloan,” Richard replied. “Go.”

He didn’t go right away, challenging standing up slowly and kissing his first year intern on the forehead before slowly walking out the door. Richard waited until the plastic surgeon walked past his side window before addressing the twenty-three year old in front of him. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah, they taught us about sex in the sixth grade,” Dawn arched a brow.

“Summers,” Richard warned.

“Sorry,” Dawn murmured.

“I meant do you know what you’re doing with him?” Richard asked. “If he pressured you in anyway, I need to know.”

“Mark didn’t coherence me into doing anything that I didn’t want to do,” Dawn replied. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m in love with him. And he loves me.”

“You’re new here, I’m sure you don’t really know his reputation,” Richard said.

“That he’s a big ole manwhore?” Dawn asked. “I knew that. He’s very honest about his past.”

“Be that as I may, there are strict rules between interns and attendings,” Richard said.

“Derek and Meredith,” Dawn countered. “Burke and Christina. You didn’t stop them.”

“Yeah,” Richard agreed, “but this is a different situation.”

“No, it isn’t,” Dawn stood up. “It’s the exact same situation. The only difference is Mark. I get that you’re trying to protect me from being hurt, and as sweet as that is, I don’t need it. I went into this with open eyes and I know the risks. And I am willing to take them and the consequences that might come. And I don’t need anyone to protect me from that.”

Richard sighed, knowing she was right. He didn’t stop Derek or Preston so he had no right to stop Sloan either. “Fine. I’m voicing my concern about the situation but I will back off. I just hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“I do,” Dawn smiled at him. “Thanks, though, for the concern voice-age.”

Richard shook his head, hiding a smile as she walked out of his office. Hell, he almost felt sorry for Sloan. Dawn Summers was a handful.


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